Why I Did Say, "I Do"

Jason is the best guy I have ever known. The kind of guy who always offers you the benefit of the doubt, the last bite of Godiva cheesecake and forgiveness without prejudice. . .The kind of guy who waits patiently while you switch purses, shoes and topics of conversation. . .The kind of guy who endures the recounting of domestic drama, the finer points of Pampers, and the merits of the Bachelor. . . The kind of guy who prizes duty over comfort, integrity above compromise and contentment without complaint. . .

Plus, without him, Eowyn and Kincaid would just be obscure literary references on a lonely page instead of actors in theater of my day, providing the comedy of such moments as this: With the excitement of one who has never acquired an “indoor voice,” Eowyn exclaimed, “Mommy, let’s scrub the bathroom floors tomorrow for our Girl’s Day!” (and we did!)

And all this is why I did, say “I do” six years ago today.